Having been mentally steeling himself for the inevitable scepticism and continuous accusations and outrage, he blinked at the sudden switch in demeanor—though he still flinched from the sudden movement of her hands, leery of another onslaught of beating. So pleased, if startled, at having shaken the bristles from her broom so efficiently, Axe even studied her for an extra moment to ensure that no trap of convoluted but inescapable feminine rage awaited even one misstep of his, as it had in past with a handful of witches when he hadn't known better. When this, too, seemed to be absence, Axe felt the corners of his mouth tug up in a satisfied smirk. Perhaps Spinnet hadn't entirely fucked it up. He may have intended Spinnet to get a roasting from Therese (and Axe had a good feeling this was coming), but if an opportunity to tease arose from it, who was he to deny?
His smirk was at once beguiling and arrogant, like a caricature. "Ma chérie," he began sweetly, thickly, placing a hand over his heart as he stepped toward her. "If you feel so strongly, do not tell me you would let such a small issue as ethics stand between you and," because it pleased him to do, he stroked a lock of hair that fell along the line of her collar bone while leaning in with every word, "utter satisfaction."
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